[color=Tomato] "Miles still has you worked up? Don't let him do that. It's a classic tactic. If I remember my Sun Tzu correctly, he said that angering your opponent is a good idea because it makes them act stupidly. He also said to make yourself look weak, and let your foe become arrogant. Long story short, don't get salty as it makes you dumb and let Miles learn the hard way that a Rose has thrones. That's my piece on that. Want to start talking about how we will handle this fight? I'm a straightforward heavy hitter, for what it's worth."[/color]

There was a subtle shift in the Frames pose from aggressive to a passive stance, this is a game, there is a winner to the game,but a game all the same. His synchro rate flickered about, still at the same 84, but it was receptive more than transmitting. He mentally shut off the communication link with the idiot and let his vines spool out over his thighs for extra protection but didn't make them spiky just yet. 

[color=f6989d]"You know what...You're right. Besse Mon Cul! I'm the same, but I'm melee. As for plans..."[/color]

He opened a visual link with what equates to a 'doodle pad' as he mentally drew up a number of plans regarding the three areas to go to, One was wearing the archer like a backpack and flying up to the tower to defend it, the other was to head for each area and defend in those zones together. Suddenly, the air shook as one of the frames exploded nearly out of the gate. Pieces of metal flew for miles in each direction, including the frame's machine gun to land at his feet with some of the belt attached and the arm that was holding it. 

At first he was going to ignore it, he was a melee frame and had no need for a gun. But on the other hand, he was about the only one without one so it would throw off everyone's assumptions about him. If he took the gun it made him a bigger threat, if he didn't then it made him a bigger target.

The answer was made for him as the man he sought to avoid barreled down on the archer. He feinted to crouch down as the asshole flew by like he was making a smaller target as the vine reached out and took the gun to strap it to his thigh like a holster. Once he flew past, Rose flew after him and sent her the final plan he had thought up. He purposefully flew slower than he could to make himself look unable to catch up with the komodo while he started to establish target locks.